I 'used' to be his snail..

It was Sunday afternoon, 2 slices of cake & 6 tequila shots when I got his sms. It's been a month since the last time we talked.
When I first read the message I thought someone got wrong send because there was no name registered in my phone. And when I double checked the number, voila! I faint. Ahaha! I think it's just a Hey-Im-still-breathing message. I missed his hilarious grim face with dots on his right cheeks. Ha! And those nights when he's drunk & phone me. Our days were based on fantasy. I want to believe on it but half of it was pseudo.

xo